The Future
by Percy
The future with which I meet quite often
Holds nothing for me but a 6 foot coffin
I know that's a poor attitude to take
But why look ahead when life's such a fale.
Better to break up now rather than later
I had better head down the road.
I am tired of all your gossip
You have become too much of a load.
The years have come and gone
Nothing has changed at all
The future still has no meaning
I will never be coming home.